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It is common knowledge that without an intense, intricate or somehow dramatic personal life, a storyteller is rendered quite obsolete. Creation strikes only when there is a story to tell and so a storyteller should always have an exciting and … Continue reading →

It was wintertime and our very own Princess had gone to visit her father’s home. The king’s palace seemed bigger and brighter than ever. Himself looked brighter and happier every time she went to pay him a visit. One day … Continue reading →

After a long while of showing how charming he was, the Big Bad Wolf finally had young Red under his spell (read why he wanted that in Part I here). But every so often, the charm would break and the … Continue reading →

Once upon a time, in a land far far away, actually in three different lands very far from each other, lived three Big Bad Wolves. One Big Bad Wolf lived in the Mountain, he was the wittiest out of the … Continue reading →

I’ve been wanting to write about Garrett Kato for about a year and a half now. We arrived in Byron Bay on a humid day in early march 2013. I was ecstatic. I remembered how my dad used to love … Continue reading →

When we were 16, Lib wrote a post about me on her blog. 9 years later I think it’s high time for me to repay the favor. “We were talking about it with a mate, and we thought how strange … Continue reading →

“I haven’t decided yet if it’s the wind that blows you in the right direction or if the stars align for you every time you make a decision.” Said my trustee parisian friend VIP. “Maybe it’s a bit of both.” I laughed. … Continue reading →